You didn't leave. You just changed frequency. And you kept crossing through my life. Now you live in the curtains that gently tremble at midnight, in the crystal drops on the lilies after the rain, in that slow, blue pain between two heartbeats. Some people become memories. Others become air. And you became tide. You breathe where the moonlight falls the lowest, shining somewhere between song and silence. [interlude . harp solo] I can't hear your footsteps, but deep in the night I always feel the sea water running through my blood. And then I finally understood: The deepest souls never, ever need to leave a body behind. They turn into the sound of tides, into some inexplicable blue vibration.- living forever in the deepest... ...tides of another soul....
